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Sunday, December 1, 2013

Lissabon

I feel these holes
in my astral shield.
the tides of time
make me sleepy.
but i walk
and see.

this city is beautiful
and strange.
i collect perfumes and smiles,
a scent of power and presence

my mind fills with ships
and poets
with sheer splendour, arrogant,
built on a past of wars

i walk on
meet faces
music
sensuously slurred words
which i cannot understand
just as i don't know
anything here

i listen to the wind
the Tejo slapping the banks
and i know, for each moment
we all pay with blood

Europe was raped
and she bore Minos
who kept a monster
in his maze

now the poor
need to find a thread
to help them out

i know
and you know
there is no garden
for the heart to rest
but for a short time
and time does not exist

for now
i sit in the sun
the coffee is good 
Adeus,Lisboa 















nachts


nachts

aufwachen
nachts
leise tritt
die einsamkeit
über die ufer

kein saxophon,
mein herz schlägt
in einen schwarzen raum,
verstrahlt

die federn
der toten engel
legen sich auf
mein gesicht

ich kann
nicht
mit dir
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